Lance. Let him deal on, and be his own friend, he has most need of her.
Unc. I wonder they would put him—
Lan. You are in the right on't, a man that must raise himself, I knew he would couzen 'em, and glad I am he has: he watched occasion, and found it i'th' nick.
Unc. He has deceived me.
Lan. I told you howsoever he wheel'd about, he would charge home at length: how I could laugh now, to think of these tame fools!
Unc. 'Twas not well done, because they trusted him, yet.
Bel. Hark you Gentlemen.
Unc. We are upon a business, pray excuse us, they have it home.
Lance. Come let it work good on Gentlemen. [Exeunt Uncle, Lance.
Font. 'Tis true, he is a knave, I ever thought it.